I listened to every word he spoke.
They brought tears to my eyes,
and love to my heart.
I could feel some of the wounds inside me
begin to knit shut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a poem, Alexis, only true and knowing lovers who've been wounded by love and known it deeply can hear. I hear you plain and clear, and how beautiful the sound ~ like the tinkle of far away wind-chimes on a bright Springtime day. Your soft and tender words embrace the senses … hugs to you! ⁓ Richard